Bite Size Trouble (Urban)

no more playing games

Maine leaned back in the passenger seat of Trouble's escalade attempting to roll up another Dutch Master and looking at Trouble.

"You know what I've noticed?" Maine suddenly said. "You know who gives the best head?"

Trouble glanced at Maine for a moment. "Who?"

"Ugly women," Maine stated with pride.

"Ugly women?" Trouble looked puzzled.

"Yeah," Maine said. "I mean I've been with all types. Pretty bitches, model bitches, hood bitches, ratchet bitches, fat bitches, anorexic bitches. And none of their head was a good as a good ole fashioned busted ass chick."

Trouble laughed. "You did your research on this, huh?"

"Sure did," Maine said with a smile. "Like those busted hoes really go in on the dick. I'm serious. Gagging, chocking, all that stuff. They don't let up and they'll even let you smack it across their face and swallow those liquid babies like an orphanage."

Trouble laughed again. He remembered a girl that used to be called  'the Orphanage' because she loved to 'swallow the babies' as Maine put it. The Orphanage wasn't exactly one of those pretty chicks but she wasn't exactly that ugly. She just looked like a freak. She even had what looked like tear drops coming from her chin down to the top of her chest with the words Yummy tattooed right in center mass. Every dude heard about the Orphanage but not many was privileged to get with her. But she was a beast when it came to oral and Trouble was one of her number one clients. Maine too but only once.

"You making this a theory," Trouble said.

"No, it's a fact," Maine said licking the ends of the blunt now.

"I've been with slim pretty bitches and their head game been on point," Trouble countered.

"Please, it was probably alright because you wanted to hit that tight slim snatch but it wasn't cum worthy," Maine stated. "I know those slim goodies look good giving head but not really good at it."

Trouble seemed to mulling it over then he shook his head.

"You're crazy," Trouble laughed.

Maine put the blunt to his mouth and lit the other end with a cigarette lighter.

"Hey, what was Mase talking to you about?" Trouble asked remembering Mase and Maine chatting for a little while after he walked to the SUV.

"Nothing," Maine replied. "Bullshit. Just wondering why we were there again. But I repeated what you told him with a middle finger added."

"He didn't say anything else?" Trouble asked/

"Nah, man," Maine said taking his puffs off the Dutch Master. "That was pretty much the end of the conversation."

"I don't like that dude," Trouble stated.

"Mase is cool but I see your beef," Maine said.

"No, you don't see my beef. That nigga was supposed to be homie and fam and he played us for his dumb ass red punk crew."

"He didn't play us. He couldn't go against his Blood Brothers."

"You defending that nigga."

"No, I'm telling you how it looks from his side. That's like someone saying the Willows did something and we should snitch on them. I would tell the person 'go fuck yourself' and you would too. Love is Love but obligation is obligation."

Trouble said nothing. Maine took another hit of the blunt and passed it to Trouble.

"I'm driving," Trouble said and Maine put it back in his mouth for another puff. "Doesn't mean smoke it all."